Dear Turf,

I have changed.

Never before did I think I would be so excited to see you.

Yesterday I stood, in my almost complete garden, and did a full on happy dance. Much to the amusement, possibly dismay, of Mr C, who for some reason would not join in my leaping, wiggling, clapping, cheering and whooping.

You’ve changed me.

Normally this type of behaviour would be reserved for something, well, exciting.

Or for a time where alcohol had been consumed!

Yet there I was, dancing around and not a drop of alcohol had passed my lips.

Maybe it’s my age? At what point in life does someone become so excited about grass?

Maybe it’s the fact I’ve been waiting for you for so long, I didn’t think I would ever see you again.

I’ve been boring people with your tale, showing them the many photos I have taken of you, from every angle, telling people about your journey, like a proud mum.

I think I will live outside from now on!

Visitors can use the side gate so we can all sit, stare and bask in your greenness.

Your looks are accompanied by a wall, steps and extra patio and you look really good together!

Your arrival has made me less mad at the mess Mr C made by pretty much demolishing the garden with no plan of how to put it back together again and being left with a muddy heap for the best part of 18 months.

I will now no longer turn into a miserable bitch when I look out of my kitchen window.

I’m not sure how normal my excitement for you is.

I thought I was still cool and young at heart. You’ve proved I’m not.

I’m not worrying about that right now. For now I’m enjoying the euphoria your arrival has caused.

Welcome to the family Turf.

Bill was really worth the wait.



A Gardens Journey

The Mess:

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During Fixing

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Nearly Done!



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30 something, married, mummy of one. Getting by on chocolate and laughter.

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